LUCREZIA“If you’re going to leave, I suggest that you don’t come back,” Bianca spoke firmly without hesitance and fear in her words.Maybe it’s because there is no one in this room to hear her words. If someone had heard her, they would surely think that she is being rude at the person who lives in this house. With my back turned on her, a small smile appeared on my face upon hearing her words. She is speaking exactly what was in my mind. Just like Pericles, I never thought that Bianca could read minds too. I guess it explains why the late Don Carusso is impressed by her more than he was impressed with Pericles. I thought that Bianca only said those words because she wanted her chance with Pietro, and that by leaving, I would be giving her that chance that she wanted with him. I never thought about the meaning of her words more deeply, I thought she meant the first thing that came to my mind.So, instead of answering her and acting possessive on Pietro by using my title as his wif
LUCREZIA“Sorella!” Letizia shouted happily when she saw me arrive at the mansion. She ran towards me with arms open wide, very excited to welcome me back home just like always.I smiled at Letizia. Her bright face brightened my expressions. My sister never fails to brighten my life. Even though my sister and I weren’t able to meet often as we used to, she is still the same as before. She still greets me with the same joyous expression every time that she sees me. “What made you come here? Where is your husband?” Letizia asked me with a shrill voice after separating from our hug. She looks so excited and happy to see that her sister came to visit her. I watched her as she looked around me and inside my car, searching for Pietro. She thought my husband and I came here for a harmless family visit. I saw how she slightly frowned upon realizing that I came here on my own.“Oh I missed you!” I shouted back at her in equal excitement as I wrapped my arms above her shoulders to press her i
LUCREZIA “Of course not, why would we fight?” I answered back rapidly, startled by Letizia’s sudden question. Our conversation was going pretty well on a another topic, but she just had to ask me that question. I thought I had already distracted her and caught her attention on a different topic. My eyes just went wide at her sudden question. “Come on, Lucrezia. Small fights with your husband is not something that you should be ashamed of. Couples fight most of the time. I was expecting this to happen actually,” Letizia replied casually not making a big deal out of the issue. “I’m telling you the truth, we are not in a fight.” I repeated more firmly this time. “Wait… You are expecting this?” I asked her, my face changes from being annoyed to surprised. My wide eyes squinted at her suspiciously. Was she secretly wishing that I would get into a fight with Pietro? “Wow, is that really what you think of me?” Letizia shots back when I gave her a suspecting look.I gulped and composed
PIETROI clenched my jaw as I steeled back my hand hanging from the air to stop myself from doing anything to stop Lucrezia from leaving and put myself on an unwanted state.I didn’t want Lucrezia to leave, but there is nothing else I could do to stop her. I know I could just grab her and force her to stay if I wanted to, but I don’t want to give her the wrong signals. I don’t want to make her more confuse than she already is.Besides, if I forced her to stay, she would surely demand an explanation for me. That is something that I cannot give to her.I blinked and kept my free hands in my pocket to steel myself.“Whenever you are ready to tell me, then you must tell me about it. You don’t have to worry and be misguided by your fear. Whatever it was, you know I will learn to expect it. You know how much I love you and how far I’m willing to go for you.” Lucrezia’s words echoed in my hea
LUCREZIA“What are you doing?”I was chopping the garlic when someone asked. I turned around to see who it was and saw none other than Letizia enter the kitchen.I continued what I was doing when I found out that it was just her. Curious with what I was doing in the kitchen, she walked to my side and watched as I chopped the garlic.“What are you doing?” She asks again even though the answer to her question is pretty obvious.“I’m cooking for our lunch,” I answered her, with my eyes on what I am doing, careful of not cutting my fingers.“You know how to cook?” Letizia asked doubtfully as she watches how I chopped the garlic like I was afraid of the knife.”Since when?” She adds another question as she looks up at me.I paused what I was doing to face her. I gave her a serious look as she stared back at me with doubt written all over her face. She is doubting that her sister co
LUCREZIAI opened my mouth wide as I let the chewed pizza lie on my tongue. As much as I do not want to spit out the food that I cooked, I also cannot make myself swallow what it too. The pizza tastes kinda undercooked. To be honest it tastes more like flour and it is very dry also. It’s a kind of food that no human can eat. The food I served to Letizia was a disaster. Since Letizia is my sister, she is unashamed to criticize my cooking and be disgusted by the food that I had served her. I lowered my head in shame as I discreetly spitted out the food in my mouth and placed it inside a tissue paper. I bit my lower lip and did not dare to lift up my head and meet Letizia’s reaction. I am so ashamed by my terrible cooking that I couldn’t even bring myself to mutter an apology. “You said you know how to cook,” Letizia told me in dismay. She held a look on her face that shows if she could cut her tongue out she would so she would no longer have a taste of my awful cooking. “I always c
LUCREZIA“Am I seeing things?” I thought to myself when I saw Pietro standing at the door of my room staring at me and then turning his eyes around my room, his eyes landing on the pictures I have of him. I blinked my eyes multiple times thinking that my eyes were just playing tricks on me. I know I’ve been missing Pietro so much since I left. I must have missed him so much that my eyes had started playing tricks on me. He can’t actually suddenly be here standing at the door of my room. I stilled on the ground as Pietro walked in and took his picture that I stuck at the corner of my mirror. With one hand in his pocket, he fiddled with his photo as he stared at it intently. “Is this me?” he asked in a low voice making my heart race.Heat rushed to my cheeks when I heard his familiar voice, telling me that my eyes are not playing tricks on me. Pietro is actually here. He is in my room and now he is holding one of his pictures that I were keeping from him.
LUCREZIAI stared at Pietro after noticing this difference. Based on the look he has on his face, I’m sure he had noticed it too. Right now, I couldn’t help but feel the sadness radiating off him. Even though he was good at holding back his emotions, I could easily tell that something is wrong with him.Somehow, I couldn’t help but guess that maybe the secret he is hiding from me is something that is deeply rooted from his childhood. That explains why the secret is a very sensitive topic to him.I wonder if this has something to do with how his parents treated him. His parents couldn’t have treated him that bad, right? After all he was their only son and their only heir to the business. Wanting to comfort him, I placed a hand on Pietro’s shoulder instead. Pietro stilled and glanced at my hand that I placed on his shoulder. I retracted my hand back, unsure with the sharp stare that he gave to my hand. I thought that hugging him would be too much,
“Shit! Shit! Shit! You imbeciles! I’m paying you money and you can’t even kill one damn man!” Eros was agitated and he couldn’t stop yelling while staring at his computer. He had cameras all over his mansion so he could see everything that was happening. Eros had never seen Pietro fought anyone before. He didn’t expect him to be this good. He is like James Bond, taking down so many people at a time. Eros is not fully aware of Pietro’s past. He has no idea about the training that he got as a little child. Pietro was trained to be like a killer machine. His training could be likened to that of Black Widow, if only that character was real. Eros kept sending and sending all his people, but Pietro killed all the men trying to stop him from reaching his wife until Eros had no one else to send and stop Pietro anymore. Lucrezia had no access to the computer, but she witnessed how Eros was scared out of his wits as he watched what Pietro is doing to his men. Lucrezia could also fully hear
Lucrezia’s stomach turned. Even though they are criminals and big time mafias, they still have their own principles and things that they couldn’t bring themselves to do.Eros is just pure evil, a monster.He is a disgrace to the mafias. What kind of man could say those words with a straight face.“What does these things have to do with my father? What does it have to do with Pietro? Why do you have to kill him?” Lucrezia asks.“You see, your father and I share the same goal. We want to be the best in the Commission and Pietro is an obstacle stopping us from reaching that goal.Lucrezia felt more guilty upon hearing this. She thought Pietro was the one who was greedy. She thought he was the one trying to become the next capo di tutti capi.“If that is so, then why spare me? Why spare my father? I’m Pietro’s wife. Why not kill me with him?”“Because your father and I had a deal.” Eros answers taking Lucrezia by surprise.“A deal?” Lucrezia mutters breathlessly feeling like she just disco
“Vaffanculo! Vaffanculo!” Lucrezia curses repeatedly inside her car as she drove along with other Italian curses that she grew up hearing from their Italian helpers at home. Lucrezia pressed on the gas pedal, speeding at the almost empty highway at dawn to reach her husband at home who has no idea that his life is in danger. She shouldn’t ave gone to her home. She shouldn’t have told her father anything. She shouldn’t have stuck her nose where it doesn’t belong in the first place. She shouldn’t have opened the door to Pietro’s office and indulged herself in the secrets that he was hiding. No wonder why Pietro is keeping things from her. Just hours after she found out his secret and she had already placed Pietro’s life in danger. Lucrezia had no idea that her father is working with Eros Cassiano to get rid of Pietro. She should have known that in the mafia, everybody has their own dark secrets and hidden agendas to hide. The fact that Pietro has one, shouldn’t have surprised her an
Raimondo was silent for a long time as he listened to his daughter as she confides into him about Pietro’s secret. Raimondo earnestly listened without questioning her daughter’s words or interrupting her. Raimondo just stared into her daughter’s eyes as she went on with her story as if he was listening to her because he was worried about her. Lucrezia is supposed to tell her father about what Pietro’s secrets that she had just found about, the secrets that she discovered in Pietro’s office, but she changed her mind last minute because she thought it was a very important secret and it could implicate Pietro’s life, so she couldn’t rashly share those things to her father. Additionally, Lucrezia knows that her father would react negatively if he founds out bout that. Even she reacted so negatively when she finds out that her husband is planning something against the Commission. Unless she had ensured everything, unless she had everything straight with Pietro, nobody can find out abou
PIETRO woke up because of his nightmare. For the first time, ever since he slept in the same bed as his wife, he woke up with the same dream, the same nightmare again.Ever since Pietro was a child, there wasn’t a night when he had not woken up haunted by nightmares. He always dreamed of the same thing, the friend that he killed. Every night, he would jolt up awake and the last thing he could remember was the picture of him pulling the trigger and killing his friend. His dream is very vivid like it all happened again. It was always exactly how he remembered it happen. Saying that Pietro was traumatized would be an understatement. Pietro was broken by his past, and only Lucrezia was able to piece him together. Through the love and kindness that she showed him, Pietro was able to forgive himself and see his value. Pietro calmly sits up, his breathing was rash and heavy like he had just ran a marathon. When his racing heart had finally slowed down, he opens the light beside him caus
It’s already evening when I arrived home which means Pietro must be waiting for me at home. I wasn’t planning to stay outside until evening, but I had to travel between two different cities because Agrippa’s house and the place where I am going to get the key are located at two opposite cities. I wore a huge smile on my face as if I had the best day of my life as soon as I entered home. Just as I am expecting, Pietro is waiting for me at the living room just like how I always wait at the living room for him to welcome him home. Pietro’s eyes dropped on the shopping bags I’m carrying as soon as I entered the door. Seeing this, he did not dare ask where I went. He just assumed that I went for a shopping spree. On the way home, I stopped at a mall and shopped random things so that Pietro would think I spent the whole day at the mall. “You had a great day?” Pietro asked me as he walked towards me.I grinned at him. “I bought everything that I wanted.”“Good, you own all my money. You
Agrippa sighed at the other side of the door, the loudest that I have ever heard her sigh. She knew that there is no way I’d leave this place. Even though my foot is hurting, jammed and pressed at the foot of their door, I wasn’t willing to remove my foot and let her go.No, I won’t leave this place, not until I find out everything that is happening, and not until I have given all the help that I could give her. No one deserves to be abused like that. No woman or no wife should live in the same house with her husband abusing her. My face softened and my heart ached inside my heart when Agrippa finally opened the door, revealing her inside. Agrippa refused to look at me on the eye. Her head is lowered in shame even though she had nothing to be ashamed about. I swallowed hard, not saying anything. You wouldn’t know what to say once you saw a hurt person in front of you. I’m afraid that if I say something it will only make Agrippa close herself from me even more. Asking her if she’s
LUCREZIALife was back to normal when Pietro had arrived back home. Our life routine is back, and things got pretty boring for me once again as a wife who is always left at home without anything to take care of.If only Pietro gave me kids to take care of, then I wouldn’t have to feel so bored and I would stay all day at home without any complaints.I have sent Agrippa a message that I would visit her today. Although I haven’t received any reply from the heads up message I sent her, I decided to still just go. At least I have given her a heads up. Wheteher she replies or not it’s actually out of my control.With the help of Pietro’s driver and bodyguard that he had hired specially for me. I went to the mall first to buy something for Agrippa and her three little kids.I do not want to go there empty handed. Besides, I rarely go to their house to visit and I don’t give gifts to Agrippa’s kids often. 
LUCREZIAI stared at the ceiling as I lay on the bed with my eyes wide open as Pietro softly snores beside me. While Pietro is having the best sleep of his life, I couldn’t sleep because of I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation we had in the car.For some reasons, Pietro’s words doesn’t sit well with me. I really don’t believe that Orenzio is the man behind all of this. I don’t think it’s possible that Orenzio knew about his father’s disease beforehand and that he was the one who told Serrano about it.I couldn’t forget the surprised look on Orenzio’s face and the anger that he felt as Serano stood on the stage making accusations against his father and telling everyone that he was hiding his dementia.Even if that was all just an act, I don’t believe that Orenzio could pull all that off so perfectly. A person always leaves a hint when he lies, and his eyes always tells